When growing up, I had a large garden with trees lining around it and there were always bird songs, particularly on a hot day when sitting in the garden, there was great beauty in the sound of the bird's song.
Today, if I pay close attention, I can hear their chorus...

A couple of years ago in the late spring, I went to visit my brother who lives in the wooded hills of Vermont. A thunderstorm had just passed through before I got there, and everything was soaking wet, and silent. The calm after the storm, as they say...
I walked back through a...